Dreaming

Dreaming

Poem

 

I do,
N
Do I, Dream…

But there’s this
Unlikable blocker
Called by some,
“The other” women.
Then there’s what
Some call a wife.
But we all find a way
To bring dreams
To reality.
To the realization
Of what could be lost
Or won
Man or woman
We still take on that
Dream of reality.

The dreams
Are filled with
Excitement
Can be just a simple joy.
Yet, we all moan
for the dream.
To become real
Fulfilling that,
what is caught
In our dreams.

Dreams can be deep
Or go too far
But we are dreamers

 

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photograph by Kate Williams

 

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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